...that west Texas rained on air.
The kind that rarely produces rain...
...when it does it gushes down.
With a galaxy explosion far away...
...the ground drinks it fast.
The dust and dirt becomes mud...
...in the suburbs it flows smooth.
The city planners did fine work...
...cement will divert the floods.
Trails all up through there...
...everything connected in the end.
La Cerveza del Pacifico on ice...
...limes cut big and juicy.
Fought the truth of middle age...
...crossed my heart and made words.
Shook the life out of my mind...
...made mistakes but nothing too bad.
Know its always gonna be me and you...
...walking the beats of each other's tune.
